The beginning
Of the closing words
The bench in shade
The tree in light
Today the benches are empty
Yet I remember the poets
I recall Bridget’s The Planets poem
Recorded to a Pink Floyd backdrop
Also by happenstance to an aircraft landing
I remember the young woman
About to become a nun in a closed order
We smoked, we talked long into the night
I took her advice
As best I could
Also the teacher's guidance
Not to use the ing words
Though as you see
I broke that rule
On the very first line
So now I say thank you
To the Dharma teachers
Who told so much
Of impermanence, of the unknown
Of those otherwise outer worlds
